Maybe some things are better left unsaid
but if you wanted to test that, I will, yeah, I guess, I could’ve said.
But there were nights in bars that I recall
your breath was courage laced with alcohol.
You leaned in, you said,
“make music with the chatter in here,
and whisper all the notes in my ears.”
I didn’t know, I didn’t know the way of my tongue
I didn’t know, I didn’t know what I’d done.
